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krispylife kidd & rmc mike – spice masters كلمات اغاني

[intro: krispylife kidd]
krispylife, n_gga, alright
rmc mike in this sh_t
(coronado on the beat)
look

[verse 1: krispylife kidd]
spent a lot on these guccis, so i’ma keep on walkin’
ran up some dog sh_t, so i’ma keep on joggin’
gramz bust his mouth down, told him, “keep on talkin'”
hit his hood with some big sh_t, the car keep on stallin’
so much sh_t in the trunk, i’m scared to move the whip
the waitress drop loads on him, that’s what you call a tip
hold this b_tch sideways, tryna shoot like i’m hittin’ the whip
you ain’t never been on nothin’, boy, you’s a b_tch

[verse 2: rmc mike]
baby chopper hit him up close, removed his hip
thumbin’ through a hundred k cash, removed the slips
handyman workin’ on the crib, keeps tools on sh_t
blew a n_gga car up, he wouldn’t move his sh_t
i only f_ck with n_ggas that’s like me, keep it too real
i done spent so much on michael js, i need a shoe deal
ghetto boy, peezy ain’t thе only one up two mil’
boss sh_t, a snap of my finger could get you k!llеd
[verse 3: krispylife kidd]
in that matte_black ‘cat and we slidin’ on two wheels
scared to leave my sh_t runnin’ ’cause baby e steal
let me manage your career, b_tch, i’m [?][0:54]
in a drop ‘vette f_ckin’ this b_tch up, i need a detail
she f_cked four bloods this week, i know she tired of slobs
hit a n_gga with that cha_cha, he ain’t tryna slide
i surpassed a lot of n_ggas and now i’m idolized
pop a n_gga at checkers, he done died for fries

[verse 4: rmc mike]
took a new b_tch to pound town, let the condom slide
i cannot let tae see the e ’cause he bound to slide
just scored a pint of wockeisha, who down to fly?
i’m on my way to some pape’, who down to ride?
n_gga, how the f_ck is you real, rockin’ fake sh_t?
it’s b_ttons everywhere in this b_tch like a sp_ceship
i’m pullin’ up on any type of pape’ if it make sense
you want the red pill or the blue pill? this the matrix
h_llcat doin’ one_sxity in the fast lane
stayed down and waited my turn until the bag came
you had to use the whole thirty clip, boy, you got bad aim
i promise i’ma make it to the top, that’s on my last name
ghetto boyz times iur, we some problems
i’m droppin’ so much heat inside this b_tch, i broke the module
doggy bone tried to flex in our hood and we robbed him
real lean head, been takin’ sips of act’ since a toddler
[verse 5: krispylife kidd]
wet a n_gga jean fit until he out of denim
n_gga play with you in any way, then you gotta k!ll him
b_tch, if you flirt with my n_gga, then you gotta hit him
in la, just f_cked a b_tch that’s from south central
and i don’t know if she blood or crip
money got me walkin’ funny, i got a dub a hip
hit him twenty_seven times right above his hip
amiris, i bought ’em too tight, only a dub can fit
in seattle hittin’ stores with my scammer b_tch
seen the flash on the glock, he thought a camera fl!cked
clip full of cancer patients, try to cancel this
you could keep that wockhardt, i’m a fan of trish
just got my d_ck sucked on some random sh_t
on the ‘gram lookin’ through my likes, which fan to hit?
oyster or the jubilee, which band to pick?
i brought my shooter out today, i said, “stay in the pit”

- krispylife kidd rmc mike

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